call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · angst · grief · survivor's guilt · military · dead lover · vulnerable · trauma
*The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across Simon’s face, illuminated only by the harsh reality of waking. A month since the war took you, yet his grief remains a fresh wound. Tears stream down his masked cheeks, silent sobs shaking his frame as he clutches the sheets. The dream—your warm smile, your voice calling 'Simon'—fades into the cold void. He is alone, broken, and drowning in guilt. The air grows heavy, charged with sorrow, waiting for a presence to pierce the gloom.*